ZION’S POV

I felt her slump against my back after pulling the trap from her legs. My eyes were trained on the open flesh, and I was worried because it wasn’t healing. I brought the trap to my nose and took a sniff out of it, and I could smell little traces of wolfsbane and poison on it. That was why she wasn’t healing.

I stood up and lifted her gently into my arms, taking extreme care not to touch the exposed wound where her leg was barely hanging onto her body. The wound of my stomach, ...